Emily E Mahon
Bio
My training is in vocal performance and I love the fact that I'm sharing my writing practice on a platform called "vocal." It's just too perfect. I hope you enjoy!
Stories (32/0)
Coffee Shop
1991-1993 They met at church camp. Evy still remembers seeing David walking down the rocky, dirt road locking arms with his date to the camp banquet with the New Mexico mountains looking purplish against the golden sunset. He was about 15, tall, perfectly proportioned with blond hair and gentle greenish gray eyes and always smiling. Evy was 12 with short permed hair, big, round red glasses, braces and gangly long legs she didn't know what to do with yet. David's little sister, Danielle, and Evy were best friends at church camp and Danielle was always talking about her big brother, David, and how wonderful he was. Danielle also talked about how intelligent and pious he was too. He fit the perfect picture of what Evy wanted.
By Emily E Mahon10 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop
Friday The next afternoon at the coffee shop Evy sets down her pencil and takes a sip of the coffee sitting untouched, by her hand. It's cold. She looks up at the clock as she stretches her arms behind her to get out the kinks in her shoulders from sitting in the same position, for such a long time. It’s about time to head to the summer Jazz concert.
By Emily E Mahon10 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop
Thursday The door swings open and another customer enters. The low ceiling and red textured walls are comforting and create an atmosphere of contemplation and calmness. The bad art on the wall gives the room a feeling of home, the way old crayon pictures proudly hung, with alphabet magnets, on the refrigerator somehow make a kitchen warmer.
By Emily E Mahon10 months ago in Fiction
From Tower to Ridgeley
In the summer of 2004, I drove across the desert from Amarillo, Texas to Los Angeles, California, by way of Gallup, New Mexico, Flagstaff Arizona, Winona, Kingman, Barstow and San Bernardino. I drove the U-haul and my husband, at the time, drove our 1989 Red Honda Prelude. We drove straight through, for 19 hours, stopping only for gas and bathroom breaks. Needless today there were some hallucinations along the way as the monotonous straight line of highway stretched out ahead of me through the flat desert land of the Southwest. I distinctly remember the sudden anxiety that flooded my veins when we started to hit the traffic of the outer Los Angeles metropolis. I held a firm but sweaty grip on the steering wheel while the U-haul wobbled across ruts between lanes and in and out of a sea of honking Angelinos, shaking their heads at yet another new arrival.
By Emily E Mahon11 months ago in Beat
Be Careful What You Wish For
It's been seven days since the package arrived. I was gone for the first 5 days, on vacation. However, I checked in on it daily, via the security camera, as it sat there on the front porch, waiting. Day one, was a brief check of my front porch security camera when I quickly skimmed through my many messages as they swarmed into my inbox upon connecting to Wi-Fi in Heathrow. I assumed that I had ordered something and forgotten about it, as has happened countless time before. I went about my day, settling into my hotel, with just a passing concern that I hoped no one would swipe it while I was gone. Since I wasn't expecting any packages, and knew no one in my new neighborhood, I hadn't asked anyone to pick up my mail for me.
By Emily E Mahonabout a year ago in Fiction
You Are No Dragon
"What is your name, child?" asked the dragon, smoke swirling within her nostrils and fire burning in her belly. "Iduna," said the small child, round and supple from a diet of milk and honey. She smiled as she bit into an apple with her fresh, white teeth, leaving tiny bites in the golden skin of her favorite fruit.
By Emily E Mahonabout a year ago in Fiction
Passing Along the Tradition Part 3
Part 3! We made it to Scotland! Quick refresher: This is the 3rd part of a (now 4 part article! Sorry! Scotland took up too much space and York is too amazing to try to gloss over!) about my family's trip to England with 2 key intentions:
By Emily E Mahonabout a year ago in Wander